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bigger, on the football pitch, practising penalty after penalty, and as there are now when he’s banging on the drums.
    And what is wrong with that?
    Sometimes he gets the feeling people think there’s something wrong with it, about life being about girls. But Daniel doesn’t care about that. What he wants to do is get his own flat, whenever Child bloody Welfare will let him, work out a couple of times a week, get drunk at the weekends, play in a good band, get some gigs, release some records and get some stuff out on iTunes, YouTube and Spotify, maybe play a few festivals, maybe make a living playing music like Kvelertak, Purified in Blood and Kaizers Orchestra. Dejan’s brother – crazy all that stuff Dejan and his family went through in Serbia – Dejan’s brother knows a guy who knows one of the guitarists in Purified. Daniel and Dejan saw them at the
RÃ¥tt og RÃ¥de
festival, seriously kickass:
The sky is falling, death is calling, to the grave.
It’s not just people in Rogaland who like them, people from Oslo like them too. He just needs to keep at it. If it doesn’t work out he’ll have to get a job, and he’s no wuss, even though his grades aren’t great, pass candidate in every subject except PE. He’s never shied away from work. If someone tells him to do something, he’ll grit his teeth until his jaw aches and do the job, no matter how bloody dirty it is.
    Then he’ll spend the rest of his time, and money, on girls.
    That’s what he feels is
meaningful
, as his foster mother and child protection officer say. And if anyone believes that’s the wrong way to live your life, then they can just go on believing it. If they feel it’s wrong that he thinks girls are so fucking sexy, soft and gorgeous, and he wants to buy them stuff, like houses and make-up and whatever they want, then they can go on feeling it’s wrong.
    Daniel’s rock-hard fuckplan is to find a girl who’s not a handful. She has to have her head screwed on and she can’t have a face onher in the morning like she’s sucking a lemon, and she can’t spend three hours deciding what kind of jeans to buy. She has to think the jeans he wants her to wear are the best. He’ll be the one looking at her after all. That’s the kind of girl he wants for himself. A girl who likes the fact he thinks she’s well gorgeous and well sexy, a girl who doesn’t look at other boys and isn’t running around flirting.
    Who knows, maybe he’s already found that girl.
    Because she is sexy, Sandra.
    And she doesn’t look at other boys. And she doesn’t moan.
    The test will be how often she wants to do it with him.
    It’ll be a shambles if he’s together with a woman who only wants to do it a little while he wants to do it a lot. On average once a day, he reckons. So he can’t be with someone who only wants it every four days. And there’s one other thing that’s just as important, and that’s that she doesn’t poke and pry. He’s had enough of that already, from Child Welfare, foster parents, social workers and psychologists, so he doesn’t want to be with a girl who pokes and pesters. Respect to Sandra, because she’s twigged that. When something comes up in conversation that he can’t face talking about, she looks at him with those well gorgeous eyes that make Daniel think of some kind of exotic bird, her lips glisten and it’s just like there’s light in those three freckles on her nose, and that little mousy mouth of hers drives him nuts, the pursed lips with the slightly protruding teeth, and she gets it, gets that there’s certain things you don’t want to get into. She’s understood what all those childcare losers haven’t: if you talk and talk and talk about things, pull them out of the ground like rabbits, then everything goes to shit.
    Daniel glances up at the football pitch by